Wandless - A Harry Potter Fanfic 16 Chapter 15 - The Greatest Wizards

"With Dumbledore gone, there's a chance that Hogwarts will close," Vincent said bitterly, ever since his meeting with Dumbledore he had been looking forward to going to Hogwarts. Now that there's a chance of it closing, he felt somewhat sad, "however, if the culprit is caught, then I'm sure everything should be fine."

"What about telling the teachers about what you've discovered so far?" she asked as she picked a small piece of gra.s.s.

"If I were to tell someone about the diary then they'd either not believe me or not act on it due to lack of evidence," Vincent sighed, "in either case, the chances of the culprit going into hiding if they heard the teachers were on to them are extremely high."

"You're probably right," she said while taking out her magazine to read.

"Change of subject, what's that magazine you read every day?" Vincent asked trying to get away from the depressing topic.

"Oh, this?" Luna held up her upside-down magazine t.i.tled, The Quibbler, "it's something my father publishes, he sends me each new edition. It publishes what people find as 'unusual'. Oh, see here? This is about the Crumple-Horned Snorkack I've been telling you about!"

Vincent couldn't help but smile as he read the magazine with the somewhat quirky girl. Even with all the chaos going on, it was peaceful times like these that allowed Vincent to relax. He gave a small pat on the blond girl's head who just continued explaining what a Blibbering Humdinger was.

...

"How hard is it to find a single b.l.o.o.d.y spider!" Ron said in frustration.

"Are you sure you're just not too scared to find one?" Vincent asked as he stirred his pot, "Ah, Seamus, don't add that!"

Seamus barely managed to stop at Vincent's command, "What?"

"I suggest if you don't want to blow up again, you'd read your instructions carefully."

Seamus paled as he went to look at his book, carefully scanning each instruction carefully.

"I'm quite surprised the Mudbloods haven't all packed their bags by now," Malfoy's voice came from behind, "bet you five Galleons the next one dies. Pity it wasn't Granger —"

Vincent frowned before turning to face Malfoy who had his usual arrogant smirk on his face, "What do you want, you filthy little—"

"Shut your mouth Malfoy," Malfoy went silent at Vincent's incredibly threatening voice, "you want to bet? Fine, let's make it fifty Galleons that no one dies."

"Yo-you—"

"What? All talk and no bite?" Vincent smiled. Snape merely watched as did the whole cla.s.s.

"Fine then, just don't cry to me once you lose Wong!" Malfoy said trying to put on a brave front.

"Right back at you," Vincent said as the bell rang, "here's the completed swelling solution Professor."

Snape merely nodded as he took the vial that Vincent handed him, "I will now escort you all to Herbology, note that those who will be left behind will be punished and you will be wis.h.i.+ng that it was the monster when I'm through with you."

"Jerk," both Ron and Harry muttered.

Professor Sprout set them all to work pruning the Abyssinian Shrivelfigs. Vincent had his arms full of withered stalks when he noticed a Hufflepuff boy called ErnieMacmillan apologizing to Harry about something. Vincent didn't stick around though as he noticed Ron starting to s.h.i.+ver.

"V-Vince, I found the spiders," he trembled before rus.h.i.+ng off.

Vincent sighed at Ron's actions before looking at the abnormally large spider scuttling across the other side of the gla.s.s in an abnormally straight line. If they kept going in this direction, then the place they would end up in would be...

"The Forbidden Forest," Vincent muttered looking at the tall trees in the distance.

The rest of the day involved having to listen to Lockhart's claims of the danger pa.s.sing with Hagrid's arrest. Vincent had to control himself from stuffing an Animorph potion down his throat.

"I wonder what would happen to a human who drank it?" Vincent thought. Lockhart glanced towards Vincent and started s.h.i.+vering at his glare before proceeding with his lesson.

Vincent was interrupted in his thoughts when Harry threw a note, landing on his table.

'Let's do it tonight' it said. Vincent gave a nod towards Harry while Ron groaned. The three of them looked at the empty seat next to them, feeling their resolve strengthening. Ron sighed before nodding.

Sneaking out of the castle was far more difficult then they thought. After several hours of exploding snap with Fred and George, they were finally able to leave just after midnight. It took another hour to dodge all the teachers patrolling the corridors before they managed to arrive at Hagrid's hut, now dim and dark with him gone.

"Invisibility cloaks are good," Vincent muttered while leading Fang out, "but fitting three near teens under it is a bit much."

"Maybe we won't find anything," Ron said hopefully, "Maybe the spiders were heading in another direction. Oh."

Ron's hope faded away as he spotted the spiders trailing on the ground to the forest.

"Lumos," Harry muttered with light coming out of his wand. He then started the walk with Fang trailing behind, "Come on Fang, we're going for a walk."

"Well come on, we don't have all night," Vincent said to a frozen Ron sounding almost cheerful, scaring Ron slightly.
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"Why are you so happy?" Ron grumbled as they trudged right through, making sure to not lose sight of the trail.

"I've never been in a forest before, let alone a magical one," Vincent said looking around.

"Maybe you would react differently if you knew that half the thing's living here were trying to kill you," Ron mumbled.

"That's what makes it even more interesting," Ron just groaned.

After half an hour of following the spiders, guided by Harry's light, they came to a small clearing covered by thick trees that nearly blocked the moonlight. The spiders also scuttled off leaving the three of them alone with Fang.

"Well what now?" Harry began before Fang started barking at a large object moving towards them, snapping branches in it's way.

"Oh, no," said Ron, "Oh, no, oh, no, oh —"

"Shut up," said Harry frantically, "it'll hear you."

"Hear me?" said Ron in an unnaturally high voice. "It's already heard Fang!"

Vincent pulled out his rods from his sheath, for some reason it seemed to glow a small silver colour under the moonlight. There was a strange rumbling noise and then silence.

"What d'you think it's doing?" said Harry.

"Probably getting ready to pounce," said Ron.

"Could be friendly," Vincent said holding his slightly glowing rods out.

They waited, s.h.i.+vering, hardly daring to move.

"D'you think it's gone?" Harry whispered.

"Dunno—"

Then, to their right, came a sudden blaze of light, so bright in the darkness that the three of them flung up their hands to s.h.i.+eld their eyes. Fang yelped and tried to run, but got lodged in a tangleof thorns and yelped even louder.

"Harry!" Ron shouted, his voice breaking with relief "Vince, it's our car!"

"What?!"

"Come on!"

Vincent just looked at the wild-looking car and couldn't help but break a smile, this was the very thing that got him to Hogwarts in the first place after all. It was all scratched up with mud covering the sides and thick branches wrapping around certain parts. It certainly had gotten wild since the last time he saw it.

"The trails gone," Harry said looking around while Ron turned extremely pale.

"Uh, Ron?" Vincent waved a hand over Ron's face.

He soon heard clicking sounds coming from behind.

"Harry move!" Vincent yelled as he narrowly missed getting snagged.

Harry wasn't so lucky. Something grabbed him by the leg before lifting him up. Vincent quickly threw a rod which collided with the furry like-limb. The moment of collision created a small boom sound followed by a gust of wind accompanied by the screech of the creature as it dropped Harry. Vincent caught the rod, the silver glow gone, and slid it in his sheath and back out. When it came out, it regained its silver light.

"Spiders," Vincent mumbled as they surrounded them, "just great."

Spiders. Not tiny spiders like those surging over the leaves below. Spiders the size of carthorses,eight-eyed, eight-legged, black, hairy, gigantic. He heard a yell from behind and cursed. He turned to see Ron being carried off by one of the spiders, looking like he was going to faint at any moment.

"Dang it," Vincent said with gritted teeth before running after with Harry and Fang right behind him.

He was about to throw his rod when Harry grabbed his arm, "Wait, I think they're taking us somewhere."

Vincent took a glance at the pale, yet unharmed Ron and nodded before following in pursuit. They were moving into the very heart of the forest. After a long time of chasing Ron, he was dropped off in a large open clearing. They had reached the ridge of a vast hollow, a hollow that had been cleared of trees so that the stars shone brightly onto the worst scene Ron had ever laid eyes on to the point where he wanted nothing more than for this to be a nightmare.

"Ron, don't you dare faint now," Vincent muttered as he held his rods at the ready while Harry held his wand up.

"Aragog!" spiders started gathering around them, "Aragog!"

And from the middle of the misty, domed web, a spider the size of a small elephant emerged, very slowly. There was gray in the black of his body and legs, and each of the eyes on his ugly, pincered head was milky white. He was blind.

"What is it?" he said, clicking his pincers rapidly.

"Men," clicked a spider with a broken limb, it was probably the one that Vincent attacked, "Is it Hagrid?" said Aragog, moving closer, his eight milky eyes wandering vaguely. "Strangers," clicked the spider who had brought Ron.

"Kill them," clicked Aragog fretfully, "I was sleeping..."

"We're friends of Hagrid's," Harry shouted.

"Hagrid's?" all the spiders started chittering, "Hagrid has never sent anyone into our hollow before, why are you here?"

"Hagrid has been taken to Azkaban, being suspected in opening the Chamber of Secrets," Vincent said while readying himself for any attack that might come.

"But that was years ago," said Aragog fretfully. "Years and years ago. I remember it well. That's why they made him leave the school. They believed that I was the monster that dwells in what they call the Chamber of Secrets. They thought that Hagrid had opened the Chamber and set me free."

"And you, you didn't come from the Chamber of Secrets?" asked Harry.

"I!" said Aragog, clicking angrily. "I was not born in the castle. I come from a distant land. A traveler gave me to Hagrid when I was an egg. Hagrid was only a boy, but he cared for me, hidden in a cupboard in the castle, feeding me on sc.r.a.ps from the table. Hagrid is my good friend, and a good man. When I was discovered, and blamed for the death of a girl, he protected me. I have lived here in the forest ever since, where Hagrid still visits me. He even found me a wife, Mosag, and you see how our family has grown, all through Hagrid's goodness."

"So you never — never attacked anyone?" Harry asked, struggling not to sound scared.

"Never," croaked the old spider, "It would have been my instinct, but out of respect for Hagrid, I never harmed a human. The body of the girl who was killed was discovered in a bathroom. I never saw any part of the castle but the cupboard in which I grew up. Our kind like the dark and the quiet."

"What do you know of Tom Riddle?" Vincent asked.

"Tom Riddle?" Aragog paused, "Yes, I remember that boy. He's the one that had gotten Hagrid expelled, the one who caused me to flee to the forest. Other than that, I know nothing."

"Harry, Vince, I think we should go," Ron said, making the boys look around to see the spiders slowly closing in on them.

"We'll just go, then," Harry called desperately to Aragog, hearing leaves rustling behind him.

"Go?" said Aragog slowly, "I think not."

"But — but —"

"My sons and daughters do not harm Hagrid, on my command. But I cannot deny them freshmeat, when it wanders so willingly into our midst. Good-bye, friend of Hagrid."

"c.r.a.p, guys duck!" Vincent threw a transparent vial at the wall of spiders before tackling both Ron and Harry to the ground.

A booming sound went off, giving a blast of energy that sent spiders flying everywhere chittering in confusion. Both Harry and Ron stared wide-eyed as Vincent urged them to follow. However, that only brought them a few seconds of time before they started crawling back.

"There's too many!" Vincent cursed before a bright flash of light appeared in front of him.

The car came thumbing down into the hollow, knocking aside many spiders along the way. It screeched to a halt in front of the boys before opening the doors.

"In now!" Harry yelled while edging Fang in, Ron was all too eager to get away, "Vince, come on!"

"Com'n!" Vincent said as he threw his glowing rods at some spiders that were too close, at the collision the spiders were thrown back a few meters with visible damage. He jumped in the backseat with Fang. The car's engine roared, sending them off through the forest.

It was by far the worst ride Vincent ever had. They smashed through the undergrowth of the trees, making the ride more than a little b.u.mpy. After an excruciating ten minutes, they made their way out to the edge of the forest, getting chucked out by the car. Fang landed on Vincent with a bark.

"I am never, letting you drive anything again Ron," Vincent said sounding slightly nauseous.

"That wasn't even me!" Ron felt wronged as he started vomiting beside Hagrid's pumpkin patch.

Harry guided Fang back into the hut before coming back out with his invisibility cloak.

"Follow the spiders," said Ron weakly, wiping his mouth on his sleeve, "I'll never forgive Hagrid. We're lucky to be alive."

"I bet he thought Aragog wouldn't hurt friends of his," said Harry.

"That's exactly Hagrid's problem!" said Ron, thumping the wall of the cabin, "He always thinks monsters aren't as bad as they're made out, and look where it's got him! A cell in Azkaban!" He was s.h.i.+vering uncontrollably now, "What was the point of sending us in there? What have we found out, I'd like to know?"

"That Hagrid really was innocent," Vincent muttered as they trudged back to the castle under the cloak, "just confirms the theory of Riddle being the culprit."

"What was with your rods and that potion?" Harry asked.

"Pulse potion," Vincent said, "at the moment of collision, it generates a pulse of sorts. My sheaths insides contain a gel version of it, making it latch on to my rods. When my rod collides with something, the force and impact would be multiplied by three to four times then if I were to throw it without the gel."

"I don't get it," Ron muttered.

"When the potion hits something, it hurts and blasts people away," Vincent simplified, "it's basically an extremely diluted Thunderbolt potion."

"So you just carry that stuff around with you?" Harry asked stopping just outside the castle.

"Yeah, this pouch here is filled with that Potion, why are you backing away?"

"He's a ticking time bomb," thought Harry and stood a fair distance from Vincent.

"He's mad, he's b.l.o.o.d.y mad," Ron thought dreadfully.

Vincent's eyes twitched as he looked at their wary gazes.

Back in bed, Vincent was going to doze off when Harry started whispering to him and Ron.

"Ron," he hissed through the dark, "Vince—"

Ron was slightly startled as he rubbed his eyes tiringly.

"Ron — that girl who died. Aragog said she was found in a bathroom," said Harry, ignoring Neville's snuffling snores from the corner, "What if she never left the bathroom? What if shes still there?"

Ron rubbed his eyes, frowning through the moonlight. He and Vincent looked at each other, understanding what Harry was trying to say, "You don't think — not Moaning Myrtle?"

...

It was the three days later at breakfast. Everyone was in high spirits after Professor McGonagall's announcement. It seems that tonight, those that were petrified would be cured. While Vincent felt happy about it, something kept nagging at the edge of his mind.

"What am I missing?" he thought, munching on his toast, "The teachers has been keeping an eye on the students, so there hasn't been a chance to talk to Myrtle, hm?"

"Hey Ginny, what's up?" Ron asked as his sister sat next to him.

Ginny kept looking around, as if scared. She kept rocking back and forth on her seat.

"Spit it out," said Ron, watching her.

Something about this behavior rang so many bells in Vincent's head.

"I've got to tell you something," Ginny mumbled, not looking at either of them.

"Is it something about the Chamber of Secrets? Have you seen something? Someone actinG.o.ddly?" Harry asked in a low voice.

It was then that Percy decided to interrupt. He startled Ginny, making her runoff. Vincent looked at her retreating back before it hit him. He stood up so fast before rus.h.i.+ng after the disappearing back of the young girl, earning a number of odd looks.

"Nyx, listen to me," Vincent said to the pixie in his pocket, "here's what I want you to do."

...

He followed her to the second floor, to where the message about the Chambers lay.

"I, I don't want to do this—"

Vincent heard her start to sob as she stopped writing on the wall.

"Ginny," she jumped in shock as she turned to look at Vincent. For whatever reason, no one was in the corridor at all, leaving them alone.

"Where's Riddle's diary?" he asked softly making her eyes widen in fear.

"Please, don't come closer, he'll kill you, I'll kill you," she muttered sounding terrified.

Vincent pauses looking at the frightened girl and sighed to himself. He had noticed her looking terrible in the past year, why couldn't he have done more to help? He the looked straight at the crying girl before walking slowly to her.

"It's not your fault Ginny," Vincent said, still talking softly, walking towards her, "it's not your fault."

"Stay back!" She yelled clutching her sides as she dropped to the floor sobbing, "Stay back, Tom, please don't kill him."

Vincent finally walked up to her and wrapped his arms around the small girl, "Hey, I told you right? If you need help, ask, and I'll be there."

Ginny just kept crying as she hugged Vincent back. It seemed like forever before she calmed down.

"Take a rest, leave it to me," Vincent said softly. Ginny nodded tiredly as she slumped to the floor.

Vincent sighed before standing up, "Get out here Tom, we need to talk."

Ginny's body started moving until she fully stood up. Vincent narrowed his eyes at the figure which appeared behind her, "So you're Tom Riddle?"

A handsome boy stood behind Ginny's body, smiling as if he was welcoming an old friend. His scratched his black hair away from his eyes and looked coldly at Vincent, "Vincent Wong, the Trespa.s.ser. Why, Ginny has told me all about you."

Vincent just glared at Tom as he pulled his rods out. Riddle merely chuckled as Ginny raised her wand.

"Release her," Vincent muttered.

"But where's the fun in that?" Riddle chuckled as he wrote a message on the wall, "I could ask her to do anything, even..."

Ginny pointed her wand at herself making Vincent clench his rods hard.

"Don't think about contacting anyone. If you don't want her to meet such a fate, follow me," Riddle walked straight into Myrtle's bathroom with Vincent following in tow.

"Now Ginny, if you will," Tom said sarcastically knowing that he didn't even need to talk as Ginny was under his control.

Ginny started hissing strange sounds that Vincent recognised as Pa.r.s.eltongue. As soon as Riddle turned his back, something flew out of Vince's pocket and into one of the stalls. Riddle snapped his head back, looking around suspiciously before turning back.

Next second, the sink began to move; the sink, in fact, sank, right out of sight, leaving a large pipe exposed, a pipe wide enough for a man to slide into.

"Now come," Riddle smirked as Ginny and Vincent slid down. Soon after, the opening closed, something blue flew out of the stalls before rus.h.i.+ng off.

...

"As you can see, the dear old basilisk has shed its skin," Tom said as he walked on without a care.

Vincent merely took a glance at the large broken snake skin, "So it's a basilisk?"

"I'd like to ask you something Tom," Vincent said, "when did Ginny come into possession of your book?"

"A little before she started school," Tom said calmly.

"Then the first time I saw her," Vincent said, "that was probably your doing wasn't it?"

Tom stopped before giving Vincent a curious look, "Very good. How'd you guess?"

"Ginny doesn't seem to be the sort that likes sneaking out," Vincent walked until he was face to face with Tom, "in fact, what reason was she there in the first place? I'm going to take a guess and say that it was a mere test. One to see how long you can control her and what you could make her do. Once you figured that out, you slowly edged your way into her life, bit by bit until she was totally under your command.

At this point Tom started clapping, "Honestly, it's a shame you're not a wizard. You would have made such a grand one too."

"I'm not done," Tom raised an eyebrow, "during your time at Hogwarts, there were records of the Death Eaters being formed. Adding to the fact that there was no other mentions of you at all throughout history leads me to suspect one thing. That you're either dead, in hiding or..."

Vincent glared with his golden eyes into Tom's dark ones, "maybe you were mentioned, but under a different name. Am I right Tom, or should I say Voldemort."

Tom stared in shock before he started laughing his head off manically.

"Indeed, indeed," Tom grinned devilishly as walked to a giant round door that had snake engravings. At his hiss, the door started to open, "impressive Trespa.s.ser, oh how that name fits you. A person that walks between two worlds at his will, ignoring all rules and boundaries. A Trespa.s.ser indeed."

Vincent stayed silent as he followed Tom further through the Chamber. very long, dimly lit chamber. He emerged at the end of a large chamber. Towering stone pillars entwined with more carved serpents rose to support a ceiling lost in darkness, casting long, black shadows through the odd, greenish gloom that filled the place.

"I'd like to ask what you were after Tom, but I think I can guess after you confirmed who you are," Vincent finally spoke as they made their way to the end, "Harry Potter."

"You have one brilliant mind Trespa.s.ser," Tom smirked as they stopped, "indeed, Harry Potter. How could a small child defeat the greatest wizard of all time? With only a scar nonetheless."

"That's where you're wrong Tom," Tom pauses as he stared at the muggle in front of him, "you were never the greatest wizard. I can name off a dozen that are far greater than you," Tom started to look angry as Vincent pried the wand from Ginny's hand softly, "Neville Longbottom. Some may call him a fool, but he's loyal, brave, and a hard worker."

"Luna Lovegood. Odd, weird, but kind. She's not afraid of what others say about her, nor cares of what others are. Most importantly, a once in a lifetime friend."

"What are you—?" Tom said through gritted teeth.

"Ron Weasley. I'll admit, he's an idiot most of the time. He gets jealous easily, but when it comes down to it, no one is more loyal a friend then him.

"Hermione Granger. A Muggle-born," Tom has a tick mark on his head at the claim of a Muggle-born being greater then him, "smart and kind, she looks out for her friends. Homework, trouble, and danger, I trust her that if there's a problem, she'll solve it."

Tom was turning an incredible red as he pointed at Vincent furiously, who was still prying Ginny's fingers off the wand one at a time, "Stop, or—or I'll—!"

"Harry Potter," Vincent finally stopped as he held Ginny's wand, "he's brave, someone that will do anything it takes to help and stop someone. Even at the cost of his life."

"And Ginny," Tom looked slightly taken aback at the claim, "she suffered through this whole year on her own, with no one to go to for help. She was alone, yet she kept fighting."

"Fighting, what for?" Tom scoffed, "She couldn't put up a fight against me—"

"Despite the pain she attended her lessons, despite the pain she smiled," Vincent held his rod up to Tom's chest, "but most importantly, is that she has not given up struggling against your control."

"You little brat," Tom looked absolutely murderous, "Ginny, I order you to—"

Ginny gave loud yell before she fell forward. Tom's eyes narrowed while Vincent caught her.

"See, still struggling," Vincent faced Tom once he placed Ginny to the side.

"YOU BRAT!!" Tom yelled as he disappeared in a puff of dark smoke. Before Vincent could react, he was kicked from the side, losing his grip on the wand which was s.n.a.t.c.hed from him.

"I will make your death painfu—?!" Tom's face caved in as Vincent gave a devastating punch, making a large cracking sound which echoed throughout the chamber.

Tom was sent flying a few metres before he re-materialised into a kneeling form, holding his face and glaring at the golden eyed teen.

"I'm going to enjoy beating the c.r.a.p out of you," Vincent muttered before Tom growled.

Tom flicked Ginny's wand causing a large slithering form of black energy in the shape of a snake to go straight for Vincent who frowned before doing something that shocked Tom to the core. Vincent merely raised his leg before bringing it down on the snake like energy, smas.h.i.+ng it to pieces and creating a small crater.

"H—how?!" Tom thought before Vincent rushed in at the stunned boy.

Vincent threw his rods at Tom making the older boy stab his wand to the ground, creating two stone pillars that burst into rubble at the impact. Tom gritted his teeth before seeing two feet aiming straight for him. Vincent's drop kick made Tom go flaying into a wall, cracking it in the process.

"And there's one more person that's not only greater, but stronger than you."

Tom merely got up looking uninjured as he glared at Vincent.

"You will never be better than Dumbledore."

Tom froze. He gave a blank look before he gritted his teeth. Vincent just looked at the older boy. He pulled out a bottle and did a quick re-drink of the Leg Strengthening Potion that he took before meeting up with Ginny. He then threw the bottle to the side.

Tom looked at the younger boy in hate. He wanted nothing more than to kill the boy. The only problem being that he was still a ghost of sorts. He hadn't finished absorbing Ginny's soul. Adding the fact that the wand he used did not accept him as its master, he couldn't use any powerful spells.

"I could threaten the girl," he thought, "no, what if he finds out that I still need her soul. Wait, there is that..."

"You seem to forget something boy," Tom regained his posture, "This is the Chamber of Secrets. Did you forget the beast?"

Vincent's eyes widened as Tom pointed his wand at the floor beneath Vincent.

"Bombarda!" He yelled causing the floor to collapse under Vincent.

Vincent cursed himself for being careless as he tried to escape, only to be blocked by transfigured chains over the hole. He fell into a roll before looking around. He was in a dark s.p.a.ce with the only light being from the hole he fell in. There was water that went over his shoes. He soon heard hissing coming from behind.

"c.r.a.p!" Vincent tried to move before something heavy smacked him away.

He smashed against the wall, feeling a small crack coming from his ribs as he grunted in pain as he slid down the wall into a kneeling position. He looked around before seeing the slithering form of the basilisk and couldn't help but pay attention to a faint burnt like mark on its skin.

"Probably from when I threw a potion at it," Vincent coughed before taking a metallic looking potion, "does it have a grudge?"

Vincent heard a large hiss that sounded almost angry and sighed as he stood up, "I'm going to take that as a yes."

...

Tom looked down the hole with cold eyes. He had sent Vincent right into the basilisks lair and had confidence that the boy would be finished.

"That boy might have actually become a threat if I left him," he muttered before hearing footsteps from behind.

"Ginny? Ginny wake up!"

Tom turned around to see a black haired boy in gla.s.ses shaking Ginny, trying to make her wake up.

"Well, this is a surprise," he thought with raised eyebrows before smiling, "Harry Potter."